Even the Ether Trembles

On the Quivering Web that Connects Everything

A grey morning and yellow daffodils,
a slick terra cotta pot nestled in damp soil
beneath the budding tree,
birdsongs, cawing, 
echoing through windows.

A thick white mug with orange lining,
the words, “TEA with honey,”
coffee inside it,
warmth on my tongue, my fingers,
cinnamon and bittersweetness.

A chill on my bare skin,
gooesbumps 
beneath fire engine red spandex,
the rising of my spine,
the pop of a vertebra.

A small square of paper: ”movement ∞ emotion.”
Small squares of paper everywhere.
Contraction, release, spiraling.
Breath, sex & dance.
What would love do?

Everything touches everything,
there is a wholeness,
this wholeness is in motion.
Even the ether trembles;
all parts of the web quivering.

In waves,
in ripples,
in harmony,
in space.
A quaking mess of sensitivity.

A bunch of delicate flowers
arranged in a small milk jar
respond to the bouncing weight
of my writing hand.
The budding tree bobbing its limbs
responding “yes,” to the wind.

And here I am,
responding to each rhythmic stimulus
part of the chorus
in concert with the
spiraling universe.

Hi, I’m Faye, welcome! Here, we get weird and wonderful and sometimes a little naughty on the path to personal empowerment. And we do it through the language of movement. We move from prescriptive to Expressive. From obedient to Deviant. From copied to Embodied. 

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